Lorde Royals (Virgin)

She's only 16 years and a handful of songs old, but New Zealand's Ella Yelich-O'Connor has the skills to make the rest of this week's offerings look positively diminutive. Observe Royals: a stately art-pop reverie that builds its glittering kingdom on the streets of dullsville suburbia. To finger snaps and Dirty Projectors woah-ee-ohs, she observes pop culture's obsession with vacant opulence and conspicuous consumption before sending it up something rotten. "We don't care," she trills, "We're driving cadillacs in our dreams." Very good, ma'am.

Stylo G Feat Sister Nancy Badd (3Beat)

"Lyrical badman from London," begins Stylo G on Badd, eight syllables that preclude the necessity of a formal introduction, curriculum vitae, etc. UK dancehall would seem to be in good hands with this chap, his amiable chat less fire-and-brimstone, more fire up the barbecue. Badd cribs from Sister Nancy's 1982 hit Bam Bam, but in Stylo's hands it's twice as fast and five times as loud, generously stacked with bouncy drum'n'bass breaks and cheeky blasts of brass.

More than a decade after her death, interest in the work of Radiophonic Workshop engineer Delia Derbyshire is undimmed. Celebrating the 50th birthday of her pioneering sound collage In Dreams are this rather rum-looking pair, who've encouraged Shameless actress Maxine Peake to take the deep dive into her nighttime subconscious. Derbyshire's dreamscapes were a thing of eldritch mystery; Peake's sunnily surreal monologue strikes a more whimsical note, but it's a delight regardless.

Robin Thicke Feat Kendrick Lamar Give It 2 U (Universal)

If your last single was widely perceived as rape culture to a catchy beat, you might, when choosing the follow-up, err on the side of reserve. Instead, Robin Thicke hires an American football field, fills it with gyrating women (and Kendrick Lamar), and arranges for a float shaped like an enormous, twerking arse to drive right through the middle. They say every action has an equal but opposite reaction. Perhaps the first time Drake cried in a strip club, the universe decided that R&B needed a Roy "Chubby" Brown.

Moby Feat Wayne Coyne The Perfect Life (Little Idiot/Mute)

Is there anyone residing on God's good earth today who might describe themselves as "a huge fan" of Moby? Once an eager genre-hopper, today his art now wafts forth from a rather stale niche, The Perfect Life being more pastel-hued electronica with bolt-on gospel decoration. Coyne does his rousing best, but the mood is one of aborted celebration, like taking a bat to a piñata only to discover it's just a brightly coloured bin bag.